Marvel: I Have Superman’s Body Chapter 86: The Man Who Practiced His Combo Moves

But Thor's eyes were already racing across the next passage in the diary, where Lucas ntioned that several people could lift his hamr—and one of them pretended he couldn't lift it while secretly practicing combo moves in private.

"Impossible! No one else can lift Mjolnir!" Thor shot back instinctively, his voice sharp with disbelief.

Besides himself and his father, there should be no one else. At least, he'd never heard of such a person existing.

"Wait, Fury—who the hell is talking right now? Don't tell that's the actual Thunder God," Tony Stark's voice crackled over the line, laced with disbelief.

"Uh, yes. That would be Thor, son of Odin," Fury confird flatly.

The call disconnected imdiately. A second later, a video call request flashed on screen. Tony's face appeared, his eyes scanning Thor up and down. The god looked exactly like the figure from the news footage—except his hair was significantly less impressive.

Tony had been planning to ask about his hair care routine. Well, scratch that.

"So you really are the Thunder God. But why does he know about the diary?" Tony asked, gesturing at Thor through the screen.

"Because he has a copy too. I'm assuming that makes us allies," Fury explained.

Thor barely registered the conversation. He was still reeling from the revelation that multiple people could lift Mjolnir. He'd always believed he was unique—that only he and Odin in all of Asgard possessed that power. Even Loki couldn't do it.

But now? His pride had been shattered in a single sentence. Apparently, he wasn't as special as he thought.

"Yeah, well, if things aren't going wrong, they're about to," Tony muttered, shrugging at the cara.

Thor ignored him entirely, staring blankly into the middle distance. The blow to his ego was profound.

Then the next diary entry appeared.

[Speaking of the guy who practiced his combo moves—I wonder if S.H.I.E.L.D. has found Cap yet? Probably not. Based on the tiline, it should be another two years or so. Man, imagine being an old-fashioned soldier ripped out of ti and thrown seventy years into the future. Everyone you knew is gone. Your best friend beca your mortal enemy. And the love of your life? She's on her deathbed. I couldn't handle that.]

The words hit like a freight train.

Captain Arica.

That na had echoed through decades of history, never fading—only growing brighter. The U.S. governnt had spent seventy years deifying Steve Rogers, turning him into the living embodint of Arican ideals.

Everyone in the room—except Thor—had grown up hearing stories about Captain Arica.

Coulson, especially. He was Cap's biggest fan. Hearing those four words—Captain Arica—left him completely frozen.

A mont later, Tony's voice broke through the stunned silence, thick with disbelief.

"Wait. Captain Arica? You're telling Steve Rogers is alive?"

Even Tony Stark, rebellious billionaire that he was, respected Captain Arica. Of course, that respect was reserved for the legend—the hero who sacrificed himself for his country. The real-life version? Tony wasn't so sure he'd get along with a living relic from the 1940s.

"I… believe so," Fury said slowly, still processing the bombshell himself.

"So he's the one," Thor growled, his voice thick with irritation. "The one who pretends he can't lift it but practices his moves in secret?"

He didn't share the mortals' reverence for this "Captain Arica." All he knew was that so human was eyeing his hamr and had apparently been scheming to wield it for who knows how long.

Anyone who coveted Mjolnir was not soone Thor felt kindly toward.

"Seems that way," Hawkeye muttered from the side. "But how the hell did Cap get strong enough to lift it? Did he mutate or sothing?"

Barton had tried lifting the hamr himself. No matter how much force he applied, the thing didn't budge an inch. He couldn't fathom how Steve Rogers—supposedly peak human condition—could manage what pickup trucks and helicopters couldn't.

"Could be a mutation," Coulson offered cautiously. "We searched for the Captain for over a decade after he disappeared. No trace. He could've been trapped sowhere… sowhere that changed him."

"Even if he's alive, he'd be over a hundred years old by now," Tony pointed out. "He'd struggle to lift a regular hamr, let alone Mjolnir. And you're telling he's been practicing combo moves?"

"Not necessarily," Fury said, his mind racing. "Lucas said Cap was thrown seventy years into the future. Not that he lived through seventy years. That's ti travel language. He could've been frozen, displaced, caught in so kind of temporal stasis. Maybe he absorbed energy from whatever phenonon trapped him—sothing that made him worthy."

Everyone started talking at once, theories flying. They didn't know what it took to lift the hamr, so they were grasping at straws.

"But the diary says S.H.I.E.L.D. finds him," Tony interjected. "Which ans he's trapped sowhere physical, not lost in a ti vortex."

"Trapped sowhere…" Fury murmured.

Then it hit him like lightning.

The last known location of Steve Rogers, according to S.H.I.E.L.D. records, was the Arctic Circle. His plane had vanished from radar there during his final mission.

If Cap hadn't traveled through ti… if he hadn't fallen through a rift in space…

Then there was only one possibility.